#skids fic

[xo-myloves]

༞༞༞༞༞𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛-𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝༞༞༞༞

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!!

(𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍.)

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎𝙶𝚞𝚗𝚜 '𝚗' 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

❥=𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 ⚔︎=𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 ☙=𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙰𝚇𝙻:

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍⚔︎

𝙱𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚘�� 𝚜𝚒𝚗⚔︎

𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛⚔︎

𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷:

𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍⚔︎

𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎⚔︎☙

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛⚔︎

𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛❥⚔︎

𝙳𝚄𝙵𝙵:

𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎⚔︎

𝙸𝚉𝚉𝚈:

𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜☙⚔︎

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎❥☙

𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽:

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝ed⚔︎

𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎⚔︎

𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎❥

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎𝙼𝙾̈𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝚁𝚄̈𝙴࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

𝙽𝙸𝙺𝙺𝙸:

𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐⚔︎☙

𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚈

𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙺

𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴:

𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝⚔︎?☙

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

𝙹𝙾𝙰𝙽 𝙹𝙴𝚃𝚃

𝙳𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴:

𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕☙

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞❥☙

𝙱𝙾𝙽 𝙹𝙾𝚅𝙸:

𝙱𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜

𝙶𝙻𝙴���𝙽 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳

𝚉𝙰𝙺𝙺 𝚆𝚈𝙻𝙳

𝙺𝙸𝚁𝙺 𝙷��𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚃

𝚂𝙴𝙱𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙷

𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙴

𝚃𝙾𝙼 𝙺𝙴𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚁:

𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕⚔︎

𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝚂

(𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕)💋

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚜

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

[spookyskidy]

SPOILERS FOR, THIS IS SCARY (the fanfic)

BE AWARE

HIII.

OK SO

Skid is ‘everything’

HOPE IS A FUCKING CULTIST?!

AND ROBERT IS ALIVE. (THANK EYES.)

WE STILL DINT KNOW ABOUT SKID THO… IS HE ALRIGHT. WE WILL HABE TO WIAT TO KNOW.

UH SO FAR JACK AND JOHN ARE ALRIGHT.

KEV AND RADFORD MIGHT HAVE BEEN ADUCTED ALONG WITH JACK AN JOHN.

FUCK :3

OMG I CANT WAIT FOR CHAPTER 9.

ANY THEORYS?

[starlightwoofwoof]

A A A A U U U G G G H H H H sorry for not posting in a few days- the whole storage thing activated my art block I think

I know I still have asks to do- but I wanted to doodle more things about my Spooky Month x The Horror at Camp Jellyjam AU because I haven’t posted about it in a while sooooo

here

[noodleblade]

i loved your simpatico mistletoe fic. what other bots fall victim to Swerve's mistletoe?

Heehee Thank you <3 I love those nerds so much GAH!

Uhhh cygate+whirl, dratchet, rodimags and Swerve/Skids under the cut:3 This got a BIT longer than I intended but who cares:)

Cygate+whirl:

Tailgate see the mistletoe and is eager about trying it out himself. He's not entirely sure if the mistletoe itself holds any compulsive properties or its just solely tradition but either way he wants to give it a go. New experiences and all that.

Cyclonus is so against this idea. For multiple reasons. 1. It would be inherently performative to go purposefully put yourself under it. 2. Cyclonus has some trepidations about human traditions as a whole, especially when so many mechs on this ship can't even remember their own Cybertronian ones. 3. He has complicated feelings about Tailgate willingly putting himself under the mistletoe and some random mech being the one to kiss him. Every time Tailgate brings up trying it out, Cyclonus desperately thinks of another reason to keep Tailgate seated in the booth beside him. He's not sure how long he can keep up the ruse.

Whirl, ever observant and ever chaotic, sees all this and takes matters into his own hands. Claws. You get it. Despite how vigilant everyone has been with the whole mistletoe situation, it is surprisingly easy to snatch it without anyone noticing. It also takes a surprisingly long time for anyone to notice it is missing. Enough time for Whirl to make his way around the room and poise it innocently over Tailgate and Cyclonus's helms. Someone has to get their two to stop toeing around each other and he is tired of no one stepping up to the plate.

What he didn't take into consideration is getting a nuzzling kiss from Tailgate too. And an awkward yet tender peck from Cyclonus...After that, he lost track of the mistletoe, more than happy to cozy up between the two and sip their spiced energon together. He's giddy the rest of the night. Mission accomplished. And he received a delightful holiday bonus.

Dratchet:

Ratchet is mildly concerned once he knows the mistletoe is missing. He had been weary of it since he first saw it being installed. He had just wanted to get a drink with First Aid and Ambulon and then he was going to be on his way. But once the mistletoe was hung up, his only exit was blocked.

Granted, the mistletoe being there didn't mean he had to kiss anyone. Plenty of mechs had been fortunate enough to pass through with no issue. But Ratchet wasn't sure his luck would be the same. Not to mention, there was only one mech he'd even be remotely okay with kissing. Maybe even a little more than okay with. But Drift was anchored at Rodimus's booth and seemed to have no intention of getting up anytime soon.

But once it is missing, a new worry comes about. Too many mechs around him have a penchant for mischief and Ratchet is too tired to want to deal with it. He weighs his odds of successfully escaping without any drama while he sips his drink and is surprised when the metal flower falls into his lap. He's not sure how he got this or why but First Aid and Ambulon start giggling like pre-med students and egging Ratchet on about having to kiss someone.

Ratchet is not wholly upset with this. Fate is in his own hands and as long as he keeps the mistletoe to himself, there is nothing to worry about. He can make his escape and toss the dreaded thing out. Only halfway into standing up and turning, he runs right into Drift.

Drift had been listening to Rodimus's "pep talk" all night and finally decided to make his move. All he had to do is ask Ratchet for a drink or a walk or even just a small conversation. He'd take anything at this point. From what he could see across the bar, Ratchet looked in good spirits so he thinks this is a good as any chance.

When Ratchet turns to face him, all thoughts of confessions or propositions flee his mind because his optics drop to the metal mistletoe in his hands. Both of them are awkward about it and Ratchet, fully fed up with the entire debacle of the mistletoe and maybe a little inebriated, just throws it aside and gives Drift a kiss on the cheek.

Drift is...more than happy with this outcome. They leave Swerve's together. To walk. To talk. To exchange more kisses.

Rodimags:

Rodimus sees the mistletoe on the ground and snatches it up immediately. A million ideas go through his head of how he can mess around with it (and maybe score a few kisses himself). However, before he can even act on any of them, a heavy hand lands on his shoulder and Rodimus doesn't even need to turn around to see Magnus's unamused faceplates.

The worst part is Rodimus can't even uno-reverse the situation. Magnus is too tall for him to get the mistletoe above them so he just crosses his arms and tries to pretend he only had the purest of intentions of going to hang it back up. He's not even sure if Magnus believes him, but he does offer to help.

Ultra Magnus absolutely does not believe Rodimus was being a Good Samaritan but he will go with the lie if it means getting that idiotic item out his hands. Plus, he is at least tall enough to affix it himself, rather than watching Rodimus use a wobbly chair or worse climb another mech's shoulders. He is a little weary when Rodimus follows him along but its not entirely unwelcomed. Contrary to popular belief, he does enjoy Rodimus's company.

Little does he realize, as he his hanging the mistletoe over the doorway, it does position it above both of them. Rodimus's grin is all teeth, daring and challenging. Smug. Magnus is not amused as he often isn't when Rodimus decides to be how Megatron's puts it: a little shit.

The smug grin is wiped off Rodimus's face as Magnus leans down and gives him a kiss right on the lips. Rodimus...hadn't expected Magnus to meet his challenge. But he certainly isn't complaining now. Especially when Magnus pulls away and he's got the faintest of warmth crawling up his cheeks.

Rodimus's proposition to continue things in his rooms is very much turned down. However, his counter proposal of sharing a drink...is accepted warmly.

Skids/Swerve:

Swerve is pleased with the entire event. The mistletoe was a grand success but so was his newly crafted spiced energon. Skids had also been immeasurable helpful is putting the whole event together and Swerve is even more thankful that his friend stayed behind to help clean up.

It takes them a while and they drink the remaining spiced energon together while they tidy up. The last thing they have to go with remove the mistletoe which Skids offers to do while Swerve wipes down the sticky bar top.

The crinkling of metal is Swerve's only clue that Skids has returned and when he looks up, Skids is hanging it above Swerve's helm with a soft smile.

Their kiss is soft and sweet, tastes like spiced energon and holiday cheer. At least, that's what Skids says when he retells the story. Swerve is just happy the night ended even better than he thought. He keeps the mistletoe in the back. Ready to bring back out next holiday season.

[5arabellaturner5]

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

A Spooky Story ( @zay-does-things + @awesomegamer1 )

"Y'know, since it's Halloween- er, Spooky Month, how about I tell you two a story?" Bonnie grinned.

She could tell the kids were thrilled by the idea.

"YES! YES!" Skid cheered.

"Is it a scaaary story?" Pump asked.

"Oh, you bet your last Butterfinger it'll be!" She smirked.

Clearing her throat, Bonnie began her tale, making sure to stay dramatic all throughout.

"Once upon a time, there was a young lady who was just trying to get through school and start her life, but there was just one little problem: her boyfriend, the person she loved more than anything in the whole wide world, had disappeared!"

The children gasped in excitement, stars practically glimmering in their eyes.

"So, she began searching for something, anything that could make her feel happy again. It took quite a long time, but she eventually did it. She had found the key to her recovery."

Bonnie then paused for dramatic effect, letting the suspense sink in.

"Or, so she thought, because it turned out the game she wanted to play was CURSED!" She bellowed, raising her arms into the air like a monster about to devour its victim. "And when she opened it, it SUCKED HER VERY SOUL into it, locking her inside a tiny, blue-haired prison! And now, she wanders the world of the game, fighting people in search of a way ouuuuut!"

There was a beat of silence, before Skid and Pump began to applaud enthusiastically, complementing her storytelling skills as they did.

They laughed and chatted for a bit, before Skid turned to Bonnie. "Hey, is this story true? If it is, then we'd really like to meet this girl!"

"Yeah, she sounds spooky!"

"Well, let me tell you a little secret."

She leaned closer to them, her bright green eyes shining in the pale moonlight seeping in from the window.

"I am that girl. So how's about we get SPOOKY up in here, eh?"

Their deafening cries of agreement clearly showed the turn this night would take for the both of them.

[tamari-real]

Spooky_Month_Imbecile Here.

hi.

i see that my beloved Skump ship (BEAUTIFULLY renamed Fireskulls!) has began to gain traction!!!

so I quietly represent...

MY OLD AS FUCK (POST-EPISODE 3) SPOOKY TWIN PRIDE MONTH SERIES!!!

...

yeah, I've been hibernating in this fandom for fucking, what? Two-two and a half years now? Time for my ass to have predicted the damn future /hj

[peacesells-imbuying]

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[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Big Guns

for @heytheredeann cuz it's somewhat loosely based on Sticks, stones and words.

the song fits them really well but it was the "he didn’t really think Solo would take out the big guns against him." line that rly spurred me into it, hope u like it <3

lyrics under the cut!

I wet my lips, I thought I had it made She circled once and then she dropped the bomb She got the big guns pointed at my heart Bang-bang, shooting like a firing squad Big guns, she blew me away And I went down in flames

[the-spooky-children]

What if in the end the plot is that Skid's dad did all the cult and spooky stuff just to entertain his son? Because a father who loves would do things for his son to have fun (Sorry, I have a fever

Best ending

[altraviolet]

cries is Skids in it

I mean. I'm not supposed to share anything about the fic. how do you want me to answer this xD

[zombified-queer]

Every time I think I can easily identify a Transformer you find art of them at a slightly different angle than usual. I’m going to tattoo them behind my eyelids.

Dw you'll get it eventually.

[spookyskidy]

HEY CHAT. LAST PART OF IM NOT YOUR SON IS OUT!!!!

BTW THIS ISNT THE END OF THE SERIES. JUST THE END OF THIS FIC :3

[starlightwoofwoof]

guys uhhhhhhhhh

I may or not have made a fanfic about my Spooky Month x The Horror at Camp Jellyjam AU-

eheheh- take this as an early Halloween gift 🧡💚✨

anyway, here’s some extra stuff, including the cover I made for the WP version and a little doodle lol

If you read it, hope you enjoy, the first chapter isn’t as long as my SM x MLB fic but yeah

[noodleblade]

Specialty Cocktail

Summary: Skids requests a new drink from his favorite barkeep.

AO3 Link

“What the slag do you mean The Rodimus is just motoroil?” the Captain of the Lost Light balked. Swerve winced as his hand slammed down hard on the bartop while the other was thrown out to the side in disbelief. Beside Rodimus, Drift seemed to be fighting off a smile though doing little to placate their Captain’s ire.

“It’s not an insult-” Swerve began but was viciously cut off.

“How is it not?” Rodimus leaned in, his face microns from Swerve’s. At this, Drift pulled on Rodimus’s shoulder to put a little more space between Captain and Barkeep. “You are basically saying I’m bottom shelf swill.”

“No, no, no,” Swerve defended quickly. He could see Rodimus narrowing his optics in a fiery sneer. “I’m saying uh-” desperately Swerve wracked his processor to think of lie “-that you're a mech of the people , you know? The people love you and cherish you. You aren’t in an ivory tower, unobtainable, looking down on everyone. No! You’re respected and loved and-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rodimus waved off, though his expression had lightened up to Swerve’s relief. “But you couldn’t make it even a little cooler than just straight motoroil?”

“I lit it on fire,” Swerve said. Well, he hadn’t tried that yet but how hard would it be? “You know, in your visage.”

Rodimus paused and thought about it. “Huh. That is pretty sick actually.” A little smirk came on his faceplates as he leaned in conspiritally. “You name a drink after Megatron yet?”

“No?” Swerve replied cautiously, unsure what answer Rodimus was looking for. Somedays it seemed as if the co-captains were finally getting along and other day it felt like Rodimus was this close to trying to push the former leader of the Decepticons out the airlock. Again. 

“Good.” Rodimus grinned victoriously. “Don’t give him one. He won’t say it, but it’ll bother him. Anyways, I’ll have a, uhhhhh, what’s in a Whirl?”

“Oh, you don’t want one of those now,” Drift cut in easily, lightly patting Rodimus on the arm. “If you drink that now, you aren’t going to remember the rest of the night.” There was a bitterness in his tone that had Rodimus grinning widely. 

“Oh, wait, was that the night when you met with Ratch-”

“ We -” Drift cut Rodimus off sharply, smiling tightly at Swerve “-are going to need a few kliks to look over the menu.”

Seeing the blessed escape, Swerve nodded his helm eagerly. “Sure, sure. I’ll circle back to you.”

He didn’t look back as he stepped away, briskly walking to the other end of the bar where Skids sat, an amused smile pulling at his lips, helm rested in the palm of his hand. 

“Good lie.”

“Yeah?” Swerve grinned, leaning across the bar and attempting to keep his voice low. Not that anyone could hear over the din of pulsing music. “‘Think he bought it?”

“Rodimus? Absolutely. Drift? Not so much, but I don’t think you’ll have to worry about him.” Skids leaned the rest of the way. Swerve felt warm crawl across his faceplates but thankfully Skids didn’t seem to notice, his optics surveying the rest of the room. “Also, next time mention that he’ll get a free drink whenever he orders his namesake and I’m sure he’ll forget the slight entirely.”

Swerve blinked. “Oh that? No, no, no. That’s not a rule.”

Skids turned his attention to Swerve, his optic ridge furrowed. “Everytime I order a ‘Skids’, I get it on the house.”

Embarrassment coiled in Swerve’s tank, his processor shifting through a series of excuses but landing lamely on. “W-Well, that’s different. You know? Because we're buddies. Best buddies. You get the best buddy discount.” That horribly charming smile was tugging at Skids’s lips again and Swerve had to look away before he completely combusted. “Besides, if I gave Rodimus the same deal, I’d be out of business by the end of the decacycle.” 

Skids let out a soft snort. “True. Well, I’m honored. Best buddy.”

Somehow, the term didn’t sound as nice out of Skids’s mouth and when directed at Swerve. Swerve swallowed the tiny seed of disappointment and forced on a wide grin.

“Now, what do you want? The usual? You don’t have a drink yet and while I love the company, you gotta pay for that seat. Even you and even with the Best Buddy Discount. No freeloading and taking up space-”

“I’ll have a ‘Swerve.’”

Swerve snapped his mouth shut and stared at Skids for a long moment. “A what?”

Skids shrugged nonchalantly, optics focused intently on Swerve. “A ‘Swerve.’”

A nervous giggle bubbled out of Swerve. “But, um, there isn’t one.”

Skids pouted . Or at least the closest thing to it. His lip plates pressed together and his face pulled into a cute look of confusion. “Why not?” Skids optics drifted to the board behind Swerve, resting above the bar. “You have the Tailgate, the Rewind, the Chromedome and the Brainstorm. You got the Rodimus, the Whirl, the Ratchet, the Magnus and the Minimus. You have the Skids, but you don’t have a Swerve? You named the place after yourself, surely you should name a drink as well.”

“Well, “ Swerve felt himself fumbling as he scrambled to explain himself. “I name the drinks after people I care about, ya know? Friends and stuff.” He took a quick glance down at the end of the bar where Drift had successfully distracted Rodimus. “Or important people to me. It’s not…it’s not that deep.”

And it wasn’t. It was a way to honor the folks he cared about but it didn’t mean anything. Or it didn’t have to. Some mechs took the symbolism of it to spark. 

Tailgate had nearly bursted into tears over the gesture before immediately turning to Cyclonus and Whirl to gloat that he had a drink named after him by his best friend and not them. Swerve had then proceeded to regret the decision as Whirl hounded him for the rest of the night over getting a drink named after him, insisting he be a part of the creation of the mixture. Swerve had finally given in and when he looked at Cyclonus, wondering if the former Decepticon wanted one too, the mech simply looked away uninterested. 

Like Cyclonus, there were some mechs that were completely indifferent to the naming. Chromedome had given him one questioning look before shrugging it off and accepting the drink. Rewind had been kind enough to thank him on both of their behalfs but Swerve didn’t mind. He just liked the gimmick. It didn’t have to mean anything. 

It didn’t mean anything that the first time Swerve had done it was to get Skids to laugh, that it had been a spur of the moment decision to name Skids’s usual order of nitro-chilled energon with a splash of Limonene after him. It certainly didn’t mean anything that Swerve never bothered to charge Skids for his drinks, lest the theoretician not come to the bar as often. And it definitely didn't mean anything that once other mechs started to question the apparent favoritism, Swerve quickly started naming all his other popular cocktails after his friends and regulars. 

“Important people,” Skids mused. “Sounds deep to me. Well, I want a drink named after my favorite person. So make me a Swerve.” Skids’s smirk grew. “It should be sweet and sour with a tingling feeling. Loud and memorable. In the best way.”

Swerve swallowed the lump of static in his intake, his spark humming in his chest. All the while, Skids just kept smiling in that sweet, charming, maddening way. Like he knew what it did to him, like he knew how it made Swerve weak in the joints.

“O-Okay,” Swerve nodded, hoping his voice didn’t sound too weak and emotional. He had to keep it together. Keep it cool, keep it funny, keep it chill. “But just for you.”

Skids’s optics shined in amusement. “A secret menu item?”

“Yeah, no one else can have it. Just you.”

Skids hummed, his optics diming to a soft, enchanting glow. “Sounds perfect to me.” 

For added levity, he threw up the finger guns with a wide grin and a wink. Only when turning towards his mixing equipment did he question whether the wink was…perhaps a bit too much.

Swerve could feel the other mech’s optics on him as he rummaged around the bar. He was so focused on keeping his servos from shaking he barely knew what bottle he was reaching for as he prepared the drink, trying to match the flavor profile to what Skids had said about….him.

Just the thought of those words made him fumble, thankfully not knocking anything over.

In the end, he returned to Skids with a small shot glass of creamy zinc enriched energon topped with a dusting of glittering red manganese powder that diffused in ribbons of red as it touched the white energon liquid. Swerve hesitantly slid the glass across the bar to Skids’s watching servo. 

With two digits, Skids lifted the small, thin glass and held it at optic level. 

“It’s small, like you.”

“You wanted a Swerve,” Swerve said helplessly. “Short but packs a punch!”

Skids chuckled deeply, making Swerve’s whole frame rattle.

His glossa felt heavy in his mouth, nerves and anxiety crawling all over him as Skids lifted the glass to his lips, as if Skids were to absolutely hate it that would mean something greater than just hating a haphazardly made shot. 

Still, he watched anxiously as Skids set the shot glass back down, humming as he took in the taste.

“A bit more subdued than I thought it might be,” Skids admitted with a small smile. “And very sweet. A nice counterpoint to that initial sour bite. The sweetness lingers.”

“So?”

“I like it,” Skids said. “It's you. Of course, I’m going to like it.”

Swerve struggled to come up with anything. A witty one-liner, a silly joke, a jape or jab or anything to deflect the rising emotion coming up his intake. 

Suddenly, the bar seemed so quiet and empty. Sure, there were plenty of mechs at the various tables. Drift and Rodimus were still giggling on the other end of the bar, Chromedome and Rewind were canoodling in the corner booth, Whirl was dragging a laughing Tailgate who was dragging a reluctant Cyclonus behind. Despite all that, it felt as if Skids and himself were the only two people there in his quaint little bar. The only two mechs on the whole Lost Light itself. The only two mechs in the entire universe. 

Skids’s natural charisma began to flicker. Hesitancy dragged his smile into something unsure, awkward. “Too much?” he asked. Aimlessly, his digits began to toy with the squat shot glass, spinning it on the curve of the bottom. “Sorry,” he murmured, more to the bar top than to Swerve. “The whole thing sounded really smooth in my head.”

“It was,” Swerve immediately said, despite the warm eating away as his faceplates. “Uh, still is. I just…you know…me?” Swerve let out a burst of laughter, a bit too loud. He immediately brought his hand to his helm and scratched it sheepishly. “Like, uh, this guy? ” He pointed to himself awkwardly, static crackling around the words.

Despite all that, Skids looked up at him with only admiration in his optics. 

“I like you,” Skids said, blunt and warm. “Just to be clear.”

“I like you too,” Swerve gulped, desperately grasping at anything to peel the nerves from his plating. He wasn’t sure why even . Skids had all but admitted his interest! All Swerve had to do was take a shot, any shot. He could do that. Swerve swallowed the nervous ball of static in his intake. Yeah. He could do that.

Throwing absolute caution to the wind, Swerve slammed his palm on the bartop, leaning in and throwing Skids his most charming smile. “You, uh, free tonight?”

Skids blinked owlishly at Swerve for half a klik, his optics wide before the corners of his lip plates twitched upward. “I don’t know. I was waiting for someone, but they work long hours and late ones at that.”

“Shame,” Swerve tutted mockingly. “I’ll make you another while you wait. Maybe in time you’ll forget about that ol’ mech.”

Skids leaned forward, resting his elbows on the sticky bar top to cradle his chin. “Not likely. They are quite mesmerizing.” 

Swerve snorted, warmth crawling at his cheeks at Skids’s flirtatious words. “Yeah? I can’t imagine a catch like yourself settling for just anyone.”

“They aren’t just anyone,” Skids huffed with a small pout. “They're my favorite person.” Conspiritally, Skids lowered his voice. “Can you believe this establishment hasn’t even made an official drink for them yet?”

“Heard they’re still workin’ on it,” Swerve grinned back. “Maybe they should hire a consultant. Someone who really gets them. Maybe…tonight? After I- I mean -after they kick everyone out?”

“I think I’ll be free.”

“Sweet,” Swerve breathed, his smile so big it almost hurt his cheeks. 

“Yo!” Rodimus’s yell cut through the bar like a loud screech. “Swerve! I know what I want!”

Swerve cursed under his breath, all the bravado leaving him. Thankfully, Skids nodded his helm along.

“Go,” he waved off easily. “I like watching you work.”

Swerve’s faceplates burned as he hastily made his retreat, his spark bright and happy and warm. His processor abuzz thinking of different shots and flavor profiles he can have Skids try tonight.

[spooky-things-au]

Character playlist part 3! And I'll be real, I forgot about this for a second... hah... but luckily I remembered!

And results of last poll are...

The kids! Honestly, I'll be real, this one is really the only one, I really have ideas, so that should do it!

Now, last poll for this age group are who I should do first? (That will also be the order of who I'll do after who, aka who gets most votes will be first and then it'll decline from most to least)

@crossover-enthusiast @catsockpuppet @spookuzm @ferf-bish @sunny6677 @momentokori @nottapossum @nostalgic-soda